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I originally wanted to say something, because the words of thanks for the release can actually be counted as full attendance words, so I can grab some of Hedgehog Cat's full attendance wool by writing some words.

But I haven't slept for more than 24 hours, so I'm too lazy to think about it. Writer's block is the natural enemy of writers.

The reward is not open. I am not a coder. Compared with my fellow writers in the contract group, I am the slowest writer. Even if the reward is opened, I can't pay it back.

If I update, tomorrow I will probably have 6,000 words, and then 4,000 words as usual.

There is a high probability that the Spring Festival will continue to update

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Happy New Year's Eve everyone, and happy Spring Festival in a few days

I wish you all a happy new year in advance, and wish you all good health, good luck, and a prosperous Year of the Snake.

Chapter 55: The Seemingly Boring Fishing Hook

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not human?

Kasumigaoka Utaha's pupils shrank and she looked over there in confusion.

Nomiyama stood up and raised his hand to retract the hook: "It's okay, senior sister, he's just a weakling."

"Ah."

In response, Kasumigaoka Utaha moved a few steps and landed behind him. In short, it would be better to leave this kind of extraordinary development to equally extraordinary professionals.

Standing behind her junior, she looked at the head that was getting closer and closer to the river bank, and her eyes gradually lit up.

Since you are so confident that you can handle it, then this is just writing material.

With emotions surging in her eyes, Kasumigaoka Utaha touched the small notebook in her arms and began to watch.

Nomiyama watched the girl, who was a few years older than him, approaching the river bank. He made no extra expression and just watched quietly.

The girl climbed ashore and sat on the ground. She rubbed her head and looked at him with moist eyes: "It hurts. Can't you hook somewhere else?"

Nomiyama looked at her school uniform, which was completely free of any water stains. After a moment's thought, he replied, "I have no control over this hook once it's in the water, but it's better to get it caught in your hair than in your flesh."

The girl refused to do it, stood up, and angrily put her hands on her hips: "Clothes! Just hook the clothes!"

"It's okay, the pain in my head will only last for a while." Nomiyama thought of some things in the past. "When I was in third grade, there was a bastard who got his mouth caught in my fishhook. That was when he really hurt."

The girl's tongue moved unconsciously in her mouth, then she took a step back and said with disgust: "You have a really bad personality."

Nomiyama shrugged his shoulders, looked at her down the slope, raised the fishing rod in his hand and said, "This has nothing to do with me. Didn't I tell you that once the hook is in the water, it's not my responsibility."

The girl shifted her gaze to the fishing rod and the hook that gleamed faintly on the grass.

"All right."

Nomiyama interrupted her inquiring gaze towards the fishing rod, sat down again, and looked at her: "Tell me, what do you want from me, a dead man?"

The girl looked at him, somewhat dissatisfied: "I don't know, I'm waiting in line downstairs."

She complained indignantly, "Then your hook got caught in my hair, woke me up, and pulled me out."

The atmosphere was slightly tense. Nomiya lowered his head and looked at the fishing rod and hook beside him with an expressionless face.

"Line up down there?"

"What queue?"

A pen appeared in Kasumigaoka Utaha's hand at some point. She held the small notebook in her hand, and the red in her eyes brightened.

Taking a few steps forward, she crossed Nomiyama and walked in front of the girl. Her eyes seemed to be exploring, and as if she wanted to perform a grand dissection on the person in front of her.

"That..." The girl looked at the man with eyes that seemed to want to eat her and subconsciously took a step back.

Then it was quickly followed, the red color quickly approaching, still staring straight at her, as if saying, "Speak up! Speak up!"

Unconsciously, the girl looked at the man sitting on the slope.

Nomiya lowered his head, fiddling with his fishing rod, and ignored it, thinking it was harmless.

The senior student has gone crazy again. I don’t know what kind of obsession she has with writing stories to make herself like this.

The girl lost her last hope and had to persevere hard to prevent herself from retreating before those glowing scarlet eyes.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took another step forward, this time almost touching the other person's body. She said excitedly: "What do you mean by queuing up down there?"

"Well, it's just..." The girl waved her hands, trying to put the words together, "It's just a lot of dead people lined up."

"The dead person." Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head to record the information, then looked up.

He continued to stare at her, his voice anxious: "What about the characteristics? Are their characteristics the same as when they were alive? Or are there any differences?"

The black-haired girl looked up, trying to recall, and finally said accurately, "I saw them when I was fished out. They were like mindless puppets, numb. Some were missing heads, some had incomplete limbs, but most were intact, with very stiff postures. The line was very long, very long, with no end in sight."

"No thoughts, numbness, stiffness, the line is so long that I can't see the end." Kasumigaoka Utaha kept muttering to herself while frantically recording with the pen in her hand.

After finishing writing, she looked up, her face flushed, and she asked the most crucial question in a slightly hoarse voice: "Why did you get hooked?"

Nomi Yamate, who was pulling out weeds, paused and looked up at the enthusiastic senior who seemed to have not changed at all.

Is he pretending this time?

"I don't know." The girl shook her head, touching her lips with her finger, a little uncertain. "Maybe, there are still things I really want to do?"

"It's something I really want to do." Picking up the pen and writing it down, Kasumigaoka Utaha continued to stare at her and licked her lips.

"What is it?"

"It's my younger brother. I gave him a bone marrow transplant. Now I'm here, and I don't know how he's doing."

The other two living people were stunned.

Nomiya stopped pulling weeds and looked up at her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed the notebook, put away her pen, and took two steps back.

"Um, what's wrong..." Seeing the two people suddenly change their attitude, the girl was obviously a little uneasy.

"No, it's just a feeling..." Nomiya searched for adjectives.

"We need to be serious at this kind of serious moment." Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, then walked up the slope and sat down next to him.

"Two weirdos." Muttering, the girl took a few steps and sat on the other side of the campfire.

The air was silent until a gust of wind blew and Nomiya's voice was heard.

"What's his disease?"

"He has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant for treatment. It's really hard for him. He's only sixteen years old." The girl's voice was obviously filled with sadness and worry.

"So." Nomiyama pondered for a moment, "So, you're still worried about his health and can't let go."

Having said that, he turned his head and looked at his fishing rod with some doubt.

He didn't believe that his fishing rod was so kind, so he specially found a person with unfulfilled wishes and fished him out.

If he wanted to fish, there were countless dead people in this world with unfulfilled wishes. Most of the fish in the long queue at the bottom of the river probably had things on their minds that they couldn't let go of. If he had to pull them all up, he wouldn't be poisoning fish every day in the past few years, but would be constantly keeping company with the dead.

There must be some other, as yet unknown reason.

"Yeah, I want to know how my brother is doing now." The girl nodded.

Nomiyama didn't refuse, but just asked, "Which hospital is he in?"

"Chiba Hospital."

Oh, this is really old-fashioned.

"Then let's go to Qianye Hospital. You're not missing any parts, so you won't scare anyone if you go out."

Nomiyama picked up the fishing rod and walked up the slope with it on his shoulder.

Kasumigaoka Utaha closed the notebook again, smiled at the girl who was sitting there in a daze, stood up and followed him.

The girl stood up and looked at him walking up, feeling a little uneasy: "Can I still walk on the street?"

Nomiyama didn't look back: "If I say yes, then yes. Of course, if you dare to mess around, I will beat you to death."

The junior is really irritable. Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him without any extra expression.

Anyway, it’s not her who will be beaten to death, but she is already dead, can she die again?

"Speak of it."

Nomiyama turned around and looked at her, a little puzzled: "Can people die from bone marrow transplants now?"

"what?"

The girl opened her eyes wide.

"I didn't die from a bone marrow transplant."

Chapter 56: What’s the use of a fishing rod if she’s dead?

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This is the second time that Kasumigaoka Utaha has encountered something unusual. The first time was with the junior student next to her.

It is worth mentioning that she did not feel scared on both occasions, and was even vaguely excited and looking forward to it.

The first time was probably because the junior student behaved too normally. He didn’t look like any special person at all, and his actions didn’t seem weird at all. At most, he looked like a fisherman with some abnormal thinking.

The second time was because my junior was next to me, and there was no ghost or anything like that. He jumped off the building on his own initiative at noon and was rescued. With my current extraordinary trust in my junior, since he said there was no problem, then there must be no problem.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is just curious now, curious about what kind of story the person who was caught has.

The girl complained, "How could someone die from a bone marrow transplant, a safe thing? How could you not have any common sense?"

Nomiyama remained silent. He did think it was impossible at first, but this person only mentioned that she wanted to transplant a bone marrow for her brother, so he subconsciously thought that she had encountered an accident with some quack veterinarian.

The girl rubbed her chest and sighed, "Oh, I was stabbed to death. It hurt so much at that time."

The two living people shifted their gaze to look at her position. She was wearing a high school uniform. There was indeed a small tear on the upper left side, and the area around it was stained red to almost black.

As he walked forward, Nomiyama took out his cell phone and asked, "What's your name? And why did I stab you?"

The girl scratched her head: "Nishino Ryoko, getting stabbed was an accident."

She said with some sadness: "Maybe the man was having a hard time. He rushed towards a child with a knife. I tried to stop him, and then I was stabbed by him."

Nomiyama typed Nishino Ryoko into his phone.

A news report popped up instantly. It was half a month ago, at a tram station, an eighteen-year-old high school girl named Nishino Ryoko was brutally murdered while trying to stop a middle-aged man from indiscriminately attacking with a knife.

He looked up and exchanged a glance with the senior who was also fiddling with her phone, then they both turned their heads to look at Nishino Ryoko, who seemed to feel a little regretful.

This person...

Nomiyama couldn't help but ask, "The person on the other side was holding a knife, and you just rushed over like that?"

Nishino Ryoko opened her eyes wide and looked at him: "If I don't go up, that kid will die."

What about you? Do you think you can't die?

Taking a deep breath, Kasumigaoka Utaha interrupted, "Senior Nishino, no matter what, at least take care of yourself first. If you die, what will happen to your brother and other family members? When helping others, you must at least ensure your own safety. You will die too."

Nishino Ryoko lowered her head under the gaze of the two: "I, I didn't think so much at the time."

Nomiyama took out his phone and opened a chat page with someone: "There's no point in saying this anymore. After all, you're really dead."

"What's your brother's name? I'll ask my friends so we can avoid some trouble when we get to the hospital."

This time, Nishino Ryoko's tone was very certain: "Kitahara Taku."

The hand that was pressing the phone stopped, and Nomiyama looked at her in confusion: "Kitahara? Are your parents divorced?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha also stopped writing, feeling equally confused.

"Nah."

Nishino Ryoko followed to his right, her expression relaxed: "I got separated from my biological parents some time ago, and only recently got in touch with them."

"I have always used my adoptive parents' last name."

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head slightly: "Your situation is really complicated."

Nomiyama just glanced at her, lowered his head, and sent a message asking: [Sister Aso, please help me find out which ward Kitahara Taku is in, leukemia]